I’ve seen a lot of “I’m going to remember what I learned about people over the last year” posts recently. And I am too. But maybe not in the way you think. Here’s what I’m going to remember.

I’m going to remember every one of you that celebrated your birthday on their couch.

I’m going to remember every post about fighting with your airline for a refund because you cancelled a long-awaited vacation.

I’m going to remember your socially distanced campfire selfies, and all the times you got together with friends outside to go for a walk.

I’m going to remember all the photos and stories of your parents meeting their grandchildren for the first time through a window.

I’m going to remember every time I saw someone reach out on Twitter because they were overwhelmed with it all, and even though they wanted to throw in the towel, they asked for help instead.

I’m going to remember each and every one of you that knew what was at stake and, for 400 straight days, woke up every morning and decided to do the right thing, without praise and with minimal recognition of what you’re being asked to do.

And I’m going to remember that, for too many of us, you’ve done this all in spite of a government that lacked the intestinal fortitude to enforce the rules and instead pandered to conspiracy theorists and other deplorables.

I get it. A lot of people have done the wrong thing, and I’m angry too. But so many more of you have been fucking champs. And years from now, you're the ones I’m going to remember.